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Reflecting To Myself

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Reflection in life As I wake up to the glowing morning sun I begin to sense that this day will be fun  Floating down street to street Who can catch me on these hot healed feet Walking by I catch my reflection  As my eyes meet mine I make a connection I stand there looking at the man in the glass And of myself I begin to ask Am I proud of him and he of me Are we living happily  Do we look out for each other when things get rough Can I turn to him when I've had enough We share our thoughts and our emotions  And always see a number of notions  If I was him would I be proud of me Or would I walk past and pretend not to see But glancing again I realise There is nothing that I can disguise We know everything about each other bar none And that's because we are just one  But when he's not there I know he's still here I only see him when the glass is clear  Or when my head is in a muddle His face might pop up in a puddle  It's great knowing we share identical traits  And we also happen to be best mates He'd never betray me and neither would I  Well be together to the day we die So on I walk and he begins to dissapear Buy he'll be back I have no fear And when our glances meet again Well smile like long lost friends  But for now I'm all alone So I carry on back to home And as I approach my front door He's there to greet me yet once more  I'm back home and he's with me  But I'll eat alone and have my tea  As I'm washing up by the kitchen sink  I stare out the window and begin to think Why does my friend always disappear  Then I look through the window and he is back here  I shut my curtains and start to yawn His gone for now but no need to mourn Because tomorrow when the sun rises again  There at the window will be my friend Waiting for me to come out to play So together we can face another day And with him by Myside it will always be fun And he'll stay with me till the setting sun 

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love_supreme says:

Very nice!

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The Profit says:

Thankyou for your comment I appreciate it you were my first comment to so means a lot

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The Profit says:

Thankyou for your comment I appreciate it you were my first comment to so means a lot

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